Well, lemme tell ya somethin’ about these boyfriend’s friends. I ain’t too happy ’bout ’em, not one bit. My fella, he’s a good man, ya know? Works hard, treats me right, mostly. But his friends? Them’s a whole different story.
See, they ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Always drinkin’ and hollerin’, makin’ a mess everywhere they go. And the things they talk about! Lord have mercy, I can’t even repeat it. Makes my ears burn just thinkin’ about it. I tell ya, it ain’t proper. Makes me wanna wash my mouth out with soap just bein’ around ’em.
One time, they come over to our place, uninvited mind you, and they just start in on the beer. Drank every last drop we had in the fridge. Then, they started playin’ that loud music, thumpin’ and bumpin’ till the whole house was shakin’. And the language, oh the language! Cussin’ and swearin’ like a bunch of sailors. I had to shoo ’em out of here with a broom! That’s how bad it was.
- They drink too much.
- They talk nasty.
- They make a mess.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ my fella can’t have friends. Everyone needs friends, that’s just natural. But why he gotta choose them friends? Can’t he find some decent folks to hang around with? People who know how to behave themselves, you know? People who don’t act like they was raised in a barn.
I tried talkin’ to him about it, I really did. I said, “Honey, them friends of yours, they ain’t no good. They bringin’ you down. You need to find yourself some better company.” But he just shrugs me off, says they’re his friends and he’s been knowin’ ’em forever. Says I’m just bein’ jealous. Jealous! Of what, a bunch of drunkards and loudmouths? I ain’t jealous of nothin’. I’m just worried about him, that’s all.
I keep thinkin’, maybe if I was just nicer to ’em, maybe if I tried harder to fit in, then maybe they wouldn’t be so bad. But then I think, no, that ain’t right. I shouldn’t have to change who I am just to get along with a bunch of riff-raff. They’re the ones who need to change, not me.
It’s really a problem you know? Sometimes I don’t know how honest I should be about it. He don’t have many friends. And he’s had a hard time in the past, people weren’t always kind to him. He has been bullied at school, that’s what he told me. And I don’t want him to feel lonely. I understand that his friendships are important to him. But I just can’t stand being around them. They make me uncomfortable, and frankly, they make me angry.
So what am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell him he can’t see them anymore. That wouldn’t be fair. And it probably wouldn’t work anyway. He’d just end up resentin’ me for it. I guess I just gotta grit my teeth and bear it. Maybe they’ll grow up eventually. Maybe they’ll move away. Or maybe, just maybe, my fella will finally see ’em for what they are and decide he’s had enough. A woman can dream, can’t she?
In the meantime, I’ll just keep my distance. When they come around, I’ll find somethin’ else to do. I’ll go visit my sister, or I’ll work in the garden. Anything to avoid havin’ to listen to their nonsense. It ain’t the perfect solution, but it’s the best I can come up with for now. I just hope my fella figures things out before it’s too late. He’s a good man, like I said, and he deserves better friends than these.
Maybe I should just talk to him again, be honest you know? Explain that I don’t like being around them. Tell him he’s free to hang out with them whenever, but I aint gonna be forced to interact with them. Maybe that’s the best way, yeah I think so. Just gotta say it how it is and then let it be.
Tags: [Boyfriends, Friends, Relationships, Honesty, Boundaries, Communication, Discomfort, Social Life, Personal Space]
